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Rider asked unhappily. But he was not angry, more like he was unhappy because the drinking party was interrupted.

The End of Ideals: Chapter 52: Is the King Really Beyond the Mundane World?

"Who knows. I won't care what the bastard is thinking."

Although he said this, Archer couldn't help but feel disappointed at the development of the situation before him.

Such a large-scale mobilization of Assassins must not be an arbitrary action of Kotomine Kirei alone, but must have been instructed by his teacher, Tōsaka Tokiomi.

Tōsaka Tokiomi has always treated the King of Heroes as a humble subject. Although the King of Heroes has many dissatisfactions with him, he still recognizes Tōsaka Tokiomi as his master.

And now, Tōsaka Tokiomi sent out assassins without consulting Archer, even though he knew Archer was here and had attended the banquet. In Archer's view, this was a humiliation to himself.

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Lin En was also a little surprised, with a strange smile on his face. The person who directed this matter was undoubtedly Tohsaka Tokiomi, but knowing that Lin En was here, he openly violated the ceasefire instructions issued by both the Holy Church and the Magic Association.

Kotomine Risho might forgive him, but Lin En wouldn't.

"Looks like we need to visit the Tohsaka residence!"

Lynn said to Archer across from her.

"Shichen is my subject, so if there is any punishment, it should be done by me!"

Although he was very dissatisfied with Tōsaka Tokiomi, he was still his subject after all, and he could not let him die at the hands of outsiders.

Kariya, who had been standing behind Lin En without saying a word, suddenly took a step forward and blocked Archer's sight.

"Master! Please allow me to fight with Tōsaka Tokiomi!"

Lynn was stunned for a moment, then smiled widely.

"Very good! Archer, how about neither you nor I take action and let them decide the winner between the two of them?"

Archer narrowed his scarlet eyes and looked at Lin En, who was laughing softly. He felt two malicious gazes. In the end, he snorted coldly and tacitly agreed with Lin En's statement.

Seeing that Archer did not object, Lin En knew what he was thinking. So he stood up and patted Kariya on the shoulder.

"I've given you the chance to prove yourself. The rest is up to you!"

"Grateful!"

Kariya lowered his head and spoke sincerely.

At this time, Irisviel, the only sober and normal person, spoke.

"Um! Shouldn't you pay attention to your surroundings? We are surrounded!"

"How dare you, a guy who only dares to hide in the shadows, expose yourself to the sun!"

Lin En taunted, and with a wave of his hand, the light illuminated everything around him. Even Assassin, who was hiding in the darkness, was forced to reveal himself.

Irisviel finally saw the situation clearly and couldn’t help but exclaimed:

"What the hell is going on? Why are they all Assassins? And they keep popping up one after another... Isn't there a limit to only one person of each position, regardless of any spirit?"

Finally seeing the panic of their prey, the Assassins gathered together and laughed softly one by one.

"——Exactly. We are the spirits that become one from the many, and we are also the shadows that become the many from the one."

"Hassan the Hundred Faces? Long time no see, do you still remember me?"

Lynn suddenly spoke at this moment, his eyes fixed on one of the ordinary Assassins.

Assassin was also stunned for a moment, because what Lin En was staring at was indeed his first personality. Although Hassan the Hundred Faces had countless personalities, there was always one that was the original one and the boss of all the personalities.

"You are not in my memory!"

"Is that right?"

Lin En was not surprised to get the expected answer. He turned to look at Rider who was still drinking. After all, he was the initiator of this banquet.

Rider picked up the ladle placed beside him, scooped up some wine from the barrel with it, and held it high as if to hand it to Assassin.

"There is no limit on the number of people allowed at this banquet. It is the king's duty to listen to the requests of the people. Come on, don't be polite. Those who want to discuss this can come here and pick up the cup. This ladle of wine is with your blood."

The Knight King and the Hero King both frowned.

"Are you going to invite that group of people to the banquet as well, King of Conquerors?"

But what responded to Rider's invitation was a sound of breaking through the air. The dagger shot by one of the Assassins broke the wooden handle. The wine in the ladle spilled onto the stone slabs in the courtyard.

Rider looked at the wine spilled on the ground without saying a word. The skull mask seemed to be mocking him and let out a low chuckle.

"You should have heard what I said!"

Rider's tone remained calm, but only those who had just drunk with him could tell that something had completely changed.

"I should have said that 'this ladle of wine' is 'your blood' - so, if you just want your blood to splatter on the ground, that's fine..."

A dry, scorching whirlwind came from the void. This kind of wind could never blow in a forest at night, let alone in a courtyard surrounded by a city wall. This kind of wind was like a wind sweeping across a scorching desert, roaring in my ears.

Lin En raised his hand, and a slight breeze mixed with sand fell into his palm.

"Should we start?"

Lynn knew exactly what was going to happen next, so he looked at Weber who was still unconscious.

"You can't miss this scene!"

Lin En reached into his arms and took out a crystal bottle. This was a magic potion specially made by Lin En, which could wake people up in a short period of time. But it could only last for a short time, and once the effect wore off, they would continue to sleep.

Weber was forced to drink a whole bottle of potion, and he woke up directly from the deepest dream.

He looked up and saw that the King of Conquerors had been dressed in his original battle robe at some point, with a bright red cape fluttering on his shoulders.

Rider raised his sword high and laughed heartily.

"Lin, Saber, and Archer. This is the last question of this banquet - can the king transcend the mundane world?"

Archer's mouth twisted and he sneered. He answered silently: There's no need to even ask about this kind of thing.

Saber also did not hesitate. If she believed in her own kingly way, the years she had spent as a king in the past were her truest answer.

"If you are a king... you must be above the mundane world."

Lynn holds a different opinion.

"Facing south and back to north, claiming to be alone! A king can be aloof, but he cannot be detached from the secular world!"

The End of Ideals: Chapter 53: The King's Army

Hearing the two's answers, Rider laughed loudly. The swirling hot wind seemed to echo his laughter, becoming even more violent!

"No! You don't understand at all! Right now and here, I should let you see the true king!!"

The real world is eroded, the laws of physics are overturned, and the hot winds of the irrational world begin to shape the new world.

In this strange scene that could not possibly exist in the Dark Night Forest, distance and position lost their meaning, and it gradually turned into an environment ravaged by dry and windy weather with hot sand.

“Finally we meet again!”

The scorching sun burned the earth, and the view was extremely vast, extending to the other side of the horizon covered by violent sandstorms and the other side of the cloudless sky.

The night city of Einzbern was transformed into a strange vision in an instant. It was clearly an illusion that eroded reality. It was the ultimate magic that was on par with miracles.

This is the great magic of replacing the world with the scene in one's mind, the power of depicting the world with human hands, a feat that can only happen in the human world.

"This is... an inherent barrier!"

Waver and Irisviel exclaimed at the same time. Only the two magicians knew what a great feat this was. You know, the inherent barrier is known as the "magic" that is closest to "magic".

"You are obviously not a magician, how can you cast a unique barrier!"

"Of course not. This is not something I can do alone."

Standing proudly in the endless desert, Iskandar's face was full of pride.

"This is the land where my army once galloped. This is a scene that is deeply engraved in the hearts of the brave men who have shared the joys and sorrows with me."

The moment the inherent barrier was activated, the relative positions of everyone were changed.

The Assassins who had surrounded the crowd were gathered together and driven to the other side of the wilderness. The people at the wine table were moved to the other side, and Iskandar stood in the middle of them, facing the hordes of Assassins alone.

No, he is not alone.

Countless illusory figures emerged behind him, endowed with color and three-dimensionality.

In response to the call of the King of Conquerors, the invincible army that once roamed this land reappeared.

"This world and this landscape can take shape because it is the mental image of all of us!"

The illusory spirits became real, and both the cavalry and infantry were strong and sturdy, with armors decorated with extraordinary heroism.

Lynn saw their true colors.

They were heroes who had left their names in history, achieved many great deeds, and became part of human history. But now, they all gathered behind Iskandar.

"Look! This is my unrivaled army!"

Iskandar opened his arms, showing off this glory to the world, and boasted loudly about the cavalry troops with great pride.

“These are a group of legendary heroes whose bodies have died but whose souls have been called by the world to become ‘Heroic Spirits’ and who still serve me. They are my eternal comrades-in-arms who have come across time and space in response to my call.

The bond between them is my greatest treasure! My kingly way! This is the treasure that I, Iskandar, am most proud of—the "King's Army"! ! . "

An EX-level anti-military weapon that continuously summons many independent spirits. The prototype is the companion cavalry that once followed the King of Conquerors in history.

There are military gods, Maharajas, and the founding monarchs of later dynasties. There are as many legends as there are heroes gathered here, and each one is a supreme heroic spirit.

In addition to their own fame, all of them are proud of their common origins - they are all brave men who once fought on the battlefield with Alexander the Great.

The only unridden warhorse walked behind Iskandar. It was tall and muscular, and its presence was even comparable to that of the heroic spirit behind it.

This is the mount of the King of Conquerors, a famous horse written in history books, Bucephalus. In the King of Conquerors' Noble Phantasms, even horses have been elevated to the status of Heroic Spirits.

Everyone was speechless with amazement. Facing this magnificent army, even Archer, who also possessed an EX-class super-powerful Noble Phantasm, stopped sneering and mocking.

Even Lin En couldn't help but reveal an expression of admiration. Such a spectacular scene was rare to see even in his long life.

"You're showing off to us!"

Lynn spoke out what was in everyone’s mind.

Indeed, against an enemy like Assassin, there is no need to use such a powerful Noble Phantasm. Even if it is to protect the Master, the God Wheel is enough.

Of all the people, Saber was the most shocked.

She was not afraid of the power of this treasure, but was shocked by the consciousness within it. This was the treasure she had been pursuing all her life, but could not get.

Unconditional and wholehearted support

The deep emotional bond between him and his subjects, even reaching the level of a treasure

As an ideal king, the Knight King never got the treasure in his life.

"The so-called king is someone who lives happier than anyone else and is admired by everyone!"

The King of Conquerors rode on Bucephalus and shouted loudly. The soldiers lined up in groups echoed his words, striking their weapons against their shields and cheering in unison.

"The one who stands proudly and leads by example, combining the aspirations of all warriors, will be the king. Therefore——!"

Filled with overwhelming pride and satisfaction, the King of Conquerors looked down at the people below.

"The king is not far away from the secular world. This is because the king's ambition is the will of all his subjects!"

"Exactly! Exactly! Exactly!"

The heroic spirits' shouts shook the earth and soared into the sky. Their high fighting spirit seemed to pierce the sky, and they once again fought against fate.

Compared with such an army, the killer group accustomed to hiding in the dark is like a piece of paper.

"The enemy is just ahead, trample them hard!"

The King of Conquerors raised his arms and shouted, and his command resounded in all directions. The roar of the once invincible army that swept across East and West Asia once again echoed on the battlefield.

It's not even a fight, it's just a torture.

When the army charged in a cone-shaped formation, only the remnants of the so-called Assassin were left floating in the wind.

“OO ...

The shouts of victory resounded throughout the land. The Heroic Spirits dedicated their victory to their king and returned to the Throne of Heroes after completing their mission.

As the heroic spirit disappeared, the inherent barrier was lifted and everyone returned to their original place.